Lilybeth blues

I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar ceiling extending across my head. A single, boring lamp pended on top of the middle of the room. Where the f*** am I now?, was usually what I thought first while heavy notes of dark wave or punk were coming from the living room. Too much for so early in the day if you ask me but such are the perils of having a punk rocker girlfriend.

But some mornings, for a reason still unbeknownst to me, this was what I heard:

So, waking up today somehow I wanted to listen to it again and again. Since I first heard it, I’ve felt alternatively like the one giving the advise and the one receiving it as well. I guess I do have a very old side of me, older than my current being, as some wiccans told me. Anyhoo, it’s a beautiful message.

Enjoy your Sunday.


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